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DRUMMER BOY, 

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THE T AST CHARGE 

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SHILOH. 







A MILITARY DRAMA IN FIVE ACTS AND 

SIX TABLEAUX. ARRANGED FROM 

INCIDENTS OF THE LATE 

REBELLION. 



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A. F. NAILy*^ 



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GALION INQUIKEK PRINT. 
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DIRECT MANAGEMENT. 



CAST OF CHARACTERS. 



Farmer Allen 

Ned Allen 

Harry Allen 

Jimmie Allen 

Squire Mason 

Bob Mason 

Capt. Barton 

Frank Barton 

Tim McCarty 

Will Emmet 

Uncle Joe .- 

Colonel Russell 

Captain Clark 

Union Officers. 

General Grant 

Chief of Staff 



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Confederate Officers. 

General A. S. Johnson 

Chief of Staff 

General Brag-g 

Chief of Staff 

Captain Seaman 

Ladies. 

Mother Allen 

Mrs. Kate Allen 

Miss Nellie Allen 

Mrs. Squire Mason 

Mrs. Barton 

Goddess of Liberty 

Sisters of Charity 

Tableau, Ladies, etc 



Synopsis of Scenery and Incidents. 

ACT I.— Scene 1st.— Home and Dining-room of Father Allen. Quarrel and separa 
lion of friends. Sound of cannon. Off for town. Scene 3d.— Boys on the road to town. 
Joe returns and meets Tim McCarty. Scene 3d.— Capt. Clark recruiting. Tim McCarty 
and the awkward squad drill. Boys, come in and enlist. Heaven bless my boys. The 15th 
Regiment. Presentation of flag. Parting of mother and son. Tableau. Secession of States. 

ACT II.— Scene 1st.— Camp after night. Boys asleep. Grand rounds. Joe's love let- 
ter. General Grant reviews the regiment. Ned Allen sent as a spy. Scene 2d.— Rebel 
picket guard. Joe on track of Ned Allen. Scene 3d.— Ned in the Confederate camp. Joe 
on hand. Do your worst, you can but kill me. Scene 4th.— Joe captures papers from Frank 
Barton. Scene 5th.— Ned's escape with Joe. Scene 6th.— Back into the Union lines. 
Scene 7th. — Battle charge. Grand tableau. 

ACT III.— Scene 1st.— After the last charge. Jimmie wounded. The blue and the gray 
drink from the same canteen. Ned and Jimmie taken prisoner. "Too late ! too late ! Here 
is Ned's canteen. Tableau. 

ACT IV.— Scene 1st.— Union soldiers Hearing Andersonville. Tim left on guard. Har- 
ry Allen returns. Tim McCarty captured. Scene ad.— Adersonvilie prison. "Bread- 
bread!" Murder of Jimmie Allen. "Tell— mother— I— come -I— come." Tim McCarty 
cheers the boys up. Harry Allen and Union soldiers break into prision. "You are as free 
the air you breathe." Harry shoots Frank Barton. Jimmie's death avenged. Tableau: 
Jimmie and Guardian Angels. 

ACT v.— Scene 1st.— Home of Farmer Allen. Boys home on furlough. Song. The 
vacant chair in mourning. "Joe. go to the door." Squire Mason and wife. "What's this? 
Surrender of Lee to General Grant?" Scene 3d.— Return of troops. Grand review. Grand 
tableau. Surrender. Reconciliation. Goddess of Liberty. Arts. Justice and Angel of 
Peace. 



rOSTUMES. 



Father Allen. — 1st. Home Suit. 2d. Same. 3d. Dark. 

Ned Allen.— 1st. Home Suit. 2d. Sergeant's Coat. 3d. Old Disguise. 
4th. Sergeant. 5th. Old Ragged Clothes. 6th. Captain's U. S. Uniform. 

Harry Allen.— 1st. Home Suit. 2d. U. S. Uniform. 3d. Lieutenant 
U. S. A. 

JiMMiE Allen. — Neat Home Suit. 2d. Drummer Boy. 3d. Old Rag- 
ged Suit. 4th. Draped in White for Tableau. 

Squire Mason.— 1st. Duster, Straw Hat, Umbrella. 2d. Old Silk H>iit, 
Swallow Tail Coat, Standing Collar. 

Bob Mason.— 1st. Farm Hand. 2d. U. S. Uniform. 3d. Ragged Suit. 
4th. 2d Lieutenant's U. S. A. 

Will Emmet.— 1st. Farm Hand. 2d. U. S. Uniform. 3d. Ragged Suit. 

Tim Mccarty.— 1st. Farm Suit. 2d. Part of U. S. Uniform. 

Captain Barton. — 1st. Undress U. S. Uniform. 2d. Major C. S. A. 

Frank Barton.— 1st. Neat Home Suit. 2d. Sergeant C. S. A. 

Joe.— 1st. Neat Servant's Suit, White Apron.. 2d, 3d and 4th, Change 
at will. 

Officers and Soldiers. — After Regulations of Both Armies. 

Mother Allen. — 1st. Neat Home Dress. 2d. Street Dress. 3d. Deep 
Mourning. 

Mrs. Kate Allen. — 1st. Neat Home Dress. 2d. Street Dress. 3d, 
Deep Mourning. 

Miss Nellie Allen.— 1st. Neat Home Dress. 2d. Light Street Dress. 
3d. Deep Mourning. 

Mrs. Squire Mason.— 1st. Home Dress. 2d. Same. 3d. Style of '61. 

Mrs. Captain Barton. — 1st. Fine Breakfast Dress. 
' Sisters of Charity. — In Usual Costume. 

Goddess of Liberty. — Draped in White and U. S. Flag. 

Tableau Ladies. — Draped in White. 



THE DRUMMER BOY, 

OR THE 

LAST CHARGE AT SHILOH. 



ACT 1. SCENE I. 



Dining room at the home of Farmer Allen. Discovered. Father Allen. Mother A. Kate 
A. and Jimmie A. 

Harry Allen. — [Enter 1st L. E. at rise of curtain.) Father, I can't finish 
that upper field to-day. Old Doll broke the tugs last night, and Ned has 
gone to town for some new ones. 

Jimmie A. — Yes, I know what's the matter; old Doll has been running 
oflf again, for she went down the lane like thunder. 

Father A. — There, there, you never mind. I -wonder if Ned will think 
to get the paper. I can hardly wait for the news this morning. 

Harry A. — Oh, yes; he started early, and he'd ought to be back by this 
time. 

Kate A. — Mother, don't you think we had better call Major Barton 
again, for they will not care to miss the train this morning? 

Mother A. — Yes, Joe. Go and call your master and mistress, and tell 
them breakfast is ready. Now, Father, I do wish you would not get into any 
discussion with the Major on the wild issues of the day; for you know he is 
as radical in his zeal for the South, as you are partial to the interests of the 
North. 

Father A. — Oh, that's all well enough, mother, but you must remember 
that the Major and myself are old schoolmates, and if we do get a little 
heated in conversation, we are none the less fast friends. Joe — go and call 
your master again, and tell Frank if he is not up yet, to stir himself, or 
Ned will be home before he is out of bed. 

Jimmie A, — Well, if he is so lazy, just let him alone, and I shant't let 
Joe carry him a single bite. 

Uncle Joe. — Now, say! I could never think ob doin' dat, honey; 'cause 
he'd kill me den for shuahl 

Harry A. — Why, Frank has been up for more than an hour; I saw Nellie 
and him out for a walk. 



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Kate A. — Yes, they started while mother and I were getting breakfast. 

Father A — Oh, Harry, I think we had better put corn, and not oats, in 
that upper field. 

Harry A. — All right, father; just as you say. 

Mother A. — Oh, ho! That just reminds me that Jimmle has been feeding 
the seed corn to the chickens and colt for the last month. 

Father A. — What, what's this? Feeding the seed corn to the chickens 
and colt; why what do you mean, sir? If this nonsense continues, I shall 
whip you soundly, you young rascal, whip you soundly. 

Kate A. — Jimmie, place the chairs. Harry, are you ready for break- 
fast? 

Uncle Joe. — Neber mind, mastah Jimmie, neber mind. My old mastah 
is coming now, and he's just more dan hungry; arid say, do you know mas- 
ter Frank was jist more dan mad last night kase you wouldn't let him ride 
old Doll? 

Jimmie A. — Well, that was Ned's doings and I'm glad of it, for she 
would have broken his neck. 

Uncle Joe. — Now say, don't you git fooled 'bout dat boy; kase if dere is 
any broken goin on, he comes in fur his share, you bet. . 

Major Barton. — {Enter xoith Mrs. Barton. B.) — Ah, good morning, 
friends. 

All — Good morning. Major and Mrs. Barton. 

Major B. — Mr. Allen, you country people are up before we city folks get 
asleep. Mrs. Barton says she has not slept a wink. 

Mrs. B. — Now come, Major, no fibs. I only said a little more sleep would 
have been acceptable. 

Frank Barton— (J5)ito' C. D. with Nellie A.)— Good morning, friends. I 
feared we had kept you waiting. 

Mother A. — Not at all, Frank; your father and mother have just come 
down. Now, Mrs. Barton, I hope you have not lost your appetite. 

Frank B. — Oh; no! trust mother for that. Father, you remember our 
trip to Huntsville; mother went there for her health, I believe. 

Mrs. B.— Nothing of the ktnd, Mrs. Allen. I was not an invalid at that 
time, but as Frank was saying 

Frank B. — She had the most wonderful appetite in the world. Why, for 
breakfast she ate two eggs, a slice of ham, two slices of bread, and 

Major B. — Thei'e, hush, you ungrateful boy; you are talking of your 
mother, now, and are not in conversation with the wild classmates of your 
college. 

Farmer A. — Now, Mrs. Barton, what shall I help you to, a wing, or a 
bit of the breast? 

Mrs. B. — No, you may help me to a leg, please, and I don't care if you 



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help me to a small quantity of the dressing, and if convenient, you may 
add the wing. 

Jimmie A.— Nellie, I don't wonder at Mrs. Barton being ill at times; Un- 
cle Joe tells me she has two servants that have to wait on her, and do noth- 
ing else. 

Nellie A. — Oh, nonsense, Jimmie. 

Jimmie A.— Well, if you don't believe me, I'll ask him. Uncle Joe, 
didn't you tell — {Knocks cup and saucer Out of Joe's hand. All rise quickly.) 

Mrs. B.— Oh, Joe, you careless, good-for-nothing thing, you. 

Major B. — How dare you, sir? 

Frank B. — What are you doing, you black rascal? 

Farmer A. — Jimmie, you are to blame for that, sir; now sit down and be- 
have yourself. 

Ned A. (—Outside.) Hello, Jimmie! come out here; ho, Jimmie! 

Nellie A. — Kate, there is Ned at the gate. Jimmie run and bring in the 
things. — iUxit Jimmie. ) 

Ned A. — [Enter L loith letter aiid paper)— Good morning, Kate, there's a let- 
ter for you. Frank, old fellow, you ought to have been along for a ride. 

Frank B. — Oh, you start too early. 

Ned A. — I'm afraid you like to sleep too well. Father, there is your pa- 
per; now, mother, please give me something to eat, for I'm hungry as a wolf. 

Mother A. — Yes, Ned. Now father, read us the news. 

Harry A. — Father, Bob Mason was over last night, and wanted to borrow 
our plow, so I gave him the small one; was that all right? 

Ned A. — Oh, yes, that reminds me, father. I met the Smith boys on my 
way from town, and they want Harry and I to help them with their corn, 
and they are to help us with our oats. What do you say, father? 

Farmer A. [excited) — Let them try it, if they want to, and we'll whip 
them within an inch of their lives, the scoundrels! 

All. — What, whip the Smith boys? 

Farmer A. — No, no, certainly not; who said anything about them? I 
mean them scoundrels at Charleston, South Carolina. Why they threaten 
that if Major Anderson of Fort Sumpter is reinforced, they will fight. By 
the soul of Andrew Jackson, that's good! That smacks of nulification and 
Calhoun! 

Ned A. — Oh, Father, they will never do anything of the kind! They 
certainly know that we have men at the North, who can fight as well as 
they. 

Frank B.— Ned Allen! Don't mistake the position. We will fight and 
contest the Abolitionists of the North until the last man has fallen in de- 
fense of our beloved institutions. 

Major 13. — Spoken like my own boy, and, although I oppose these ultra 



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partisans, I still maintain that we have been driven to almost open resist- 
ance. 

Parmer A. — Now, come, Major, don't let us begin again. I have no heart 
for war. And you, of course, will not forget that you have been educated 
and commissioned by the United States government. And, in case of the 
open hostilities you mentioned yesterday, your honor and soldier's worth, 
would forbid such traitor-like conduct as desertion from the old Stars and 
Stripes, which your father and mine fought to protect. 

Major B. — Mr. Allen, what have our people of the South to expect? You 
have at last brought on the issue by the election of a Sectional President, 
and if we submit to his dictation, we will be no better than the slaves we 
own. Now all we ask, and this we demand, is, that you of the North will let 
us alone. 

Harry A. — Things at Washington look pretty bad just now. It was by 
mere nip and tuck that President Lincoln was allowed to take his seat. 
And appearances indicate that affairs may be worse. 

Farmer A. — Ah! that they do, my boy. I remember in 1812 when I was 
a boy like you, Harry, young and active; and when the British came up for 
our cotton bales, how our Yankee lads fought them, long and well. As a 
nation, we were then weak; but now, if united, {rise) we could whip the 
world! if we had but the spirit of Andrew Jackson instead of the pre- 
vious embecile administration. Should the traitorous villains dare to do it, 
by the eternal, we would hang them higher than Haman! Joe, bring my 
old sword!— my old sword, Joe! Ah! boys, there is a relic of by-gone days! 
I have wielded it often and with good effect. Every spot of rust is doubly 
hallowed; they are the imprints of its baptism in the cause of our nation's 
liberty! 

Mother A. — Oh, Father! please sit down; you are excited! 

Father A. — No, mother, I am not excited! Major, I tell you plainly, that 
our only hope is in the perpetuation of our Union. A division or secession, 
call it what you will, is disastrous, and will only end in the defeat and hu- 
miliation of the rash hand that dare support it! 

Frank B. — Mr. Allen, I may as well tell you the truth at once. [All rise.) 
South Carolina, our noble South Carolina, has made the first step 
for liberty and independence. Mississippi, Louisiana, Alabama and Tennes- 
see, will follow in her footsteps And my state, proud old Kentucky, will 
not be the last in the call for our protection! I know we are divided, but 
our voice is only withheld to await the overt treason of your abolition rep- 
resentative at Washington! 

Ned A. — Kate, don't be alarmed; go to mother. Frank, I am shocked at 
this announcement from you, and the spirit of wild ambition advanced in 
your argument. I know the genei'ous impulses of your Southern people 



and am not misinformed as to their bitterness wlien opposed; but let them 
in their folly attempt the destruction of our g'overnment, why, Prank, the 
North could raise an army that would sweep you from the face of the earth, 
and our Union would rise again, Phoenix-like, from its ashes. 

Farmer A. — Major, when I look back to our younger days, I can but re- 
member how fast and firm our friendship has been. I am devoted to my 
friends, and I love my family. But higher than all, and next to my God, is 
my country and its flag. Sir, I love my boys; but if one of them should ut- 
ter, in my presence, the treason openly avowed by that bantling of seces- 
sion, I would smite him to the earth, and pray heaven, that he might never 
rise again. 

Frank B.— Mr. Allen 

Farmer A. — Silence, sirl I now demand that your son quit my house, at 
once and forever. No treason shall have my sanction. Nor shall the plant 
ever flourish under the roof of old John Allen. There is the door— go! 

Major B.— Enough, sir! We will prepare to go at once. Joe, bundle up 
our things at once: do you heavf 

Uncle Joe. — Yes, sah! My goodness, Mastah Ned, did any person ever 
see sich a time as dis befoah? I tell you when my ole Mastah gits his mad 
up, den de fur flies, you bet. 

Major B. — Hold your tongue, and do as you are -told, sir! 

Uncle Joe. — Yes, sah! 

Mother A. — Major Barton, let me ask that you will not be rash. Think 
twice. Do not leave our house in such rude haste. 

Nellie A. — Major, Mrs. Barton, Frank, let me ask that you will not for- 
get the respect due my father, and your own obligations as his guests. We 
have all been hasty, and I am sure my father and brothers will ask your 
pardon. 

Harry A.— No, Nellie, never! I desire that Frank Barton leave our 
house, never to return until he avow his wrong, and repeat his respect for 
the government he has just denounced. 

Frank B. — That, sir, I shall never do! Come, father, we have heard 
enough. Joe, you black rascal, bring all our things. .^ 

Mother A.— Oh! Mrs. Barton! .Just one word before you go. 

Mrs. B. — Mrs. Allen, we have been warned long since of your northern 
predjudice. And believe me, Madame, it will be a long time before you 
have a second chance to repeat {his insult. Major will you assist me to the 
room? /of, bring all our things and follow me. [Exit L.) 

Uncle .Joe.— Oh, say. Misses, don't do dis. I won't see nuffin but trouble 
for de next ten years to come. [Exit Joe.) 

Major B. — Farmer Allen, it seems too bad to leave your home this way. 
Let us at least part as friends. 



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Farmer A.— Major, I am sorry, indeed, and we will shake hands. 

Major B, — No, not until you recall your words to Frank, and make Ned 
and Harry apologize. 
_^ Harry A. — That I shall never do, Major Barton! 

N«d A. — Apologize to him, for his rudeness and insult! No, Major Bar- 
ton, never! 

Frank B. — And I, for one, would never accept it. Ned Allen, you and I 
have been friends, fast and true. That friendship is now changed to hate, 
lasting and hitter hate. This day my father, mother and myself have been 
driven from your door like dogs, simply because we have dared to main- 
tain the rights of a people who never knew a master. * 

Ned A. — Frank, they will find a master yet. 

Frank B. — Will they? Now hear me. Here do I swear, that I will bring 
sorrow and misery to your door; make your father bow his head with g'rief; 
while you sir, shall deeply regret the day you ever offered insult to Frank 
Barton. You and I shall meet again, and when we do, you shall have suffi- 
cient cause to remember! 

Ned A. — Frank, you have forgotten your dignity as a gentleman and our 
guest. In the presence of ladies, you might behave yoi^rself. You may 
feel flattered that their pi'esence has saved you, for I would forget my dig- 
nity, and hurl you from the door, like the dog that you are. 

Frank B. — Then come on! 

Farmer A. — Stop! Ned Allen, I alone command in this house! 

Ned A. — Father, I ask your pardon. This is your house. 

Farmer A. — Now, gentlemen, after what has transpired, will you have 
the kindness to leave the house? 

Major B. — Come, Frank, follow your mother and we shall return to Ken- 
tucky at once. And this, I presume, is a specimen of your much-boasted 
Northern hospitality? (Exit L.) 

Ned A. — And is this a sample of your Southern chivalry? 

Frank B. — Ned Allen, you and I will meet again, when you cannot claim 
the protection of ladies. 

NCd A. — Frank, I am only waiting for that time to come. Now go! {Exit 
Frank B. L.) 

Mother A. — Oh, father, this is dreadful! What %dll the people say? 

Farmer A. — I don't care a continental what the people say! 
(Squire Mason''s knock Outside. L.) 

Mother A. — Father, sit down. Jimmie go to the door. 

Jimmie A. — Why, its Mr. and Mrs. Mason, Father! 

All. — Well, show them in, Jimmie, bring them in. 

Jimmie A. — Come right in, Squire, come in. (Enter L, toith Mrs. M.) 

Farmer A. — Oh, ho! Squire, come in; you are just the ones we want to 



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see. I have strange and startling news, Squire, and it's my opinion it 
means war. 

Squire M. — Well, now, mother and I have just come from town, and we 
saw that every one was excited, running- this way and that; but I couldn't 
find out what was goin' on, so I just told mother, as we come along, that we 
would stop and find out of you, cause I knowed you'd have the paper. 
{ Sound of D^-um Outside. ) 

Jimmie A. — Hip, hip, hurrah! Let her go again! That sounds like the 
Fourth of July! (Exit L.) 

Harry A. — That means news; there is something up, don't you think so. 
Father? 

Farmer A. — Ah! Sad, sad news, I fear! 

Kate A. — But Ned, you surely won't go — you must not leave me! 

Ned A. — Why, Kate, every drop of blood that courses through my veins 
is loyal, and, much as I love you, and all at home, if my country calls, I 
shall deem it my duty to go. 

Jimmie A. — [Enter L.) Oh! Ned! Here comes Tim McCarty and Bob 
Mason, and they are all going to town to enlist. You go, Ned, and you and 
I will go, Harry, and you too, mother. 

Mother A. — There, there, Jimmie, you couldn't go. Your father would 
never consent. 

Farmer A. — Why, he could do nothing but mischief and get himself into 
the guard-house. 

Jimmie A. — Pshaw! Oh, say, Ned! take me, too. I can drum — and lean — 
carry water. I can — hunt eggs, and I can, I can — steal hams from the 
rebels. [Exit L.) 

All.— What! steel hams! 

Mother A. — What! that child steal hams? 

Ned A. — There, mother, he is just a little excited. 

[Enter Bob Mason, Will Emmet, Tim McCarty. L.) 

Ned A. — Hello! Bob, I heard you were coming, and Will, too. And of all 
things, if here aint Tim. Why, Tim, what's the matter? 

Tim Mc. — Phat's the mather? Well, begorra, I think it's enough. The 
Union is all busted up. The Goddess of Liberty has a black eye, and I don't 
feel well mesilf. Come an be the powers we'll go to town and find out all 
about it. 

Farmer A. — Yes, get ready, and we'll all go, for I am sure there will be 
no work today. 

Jimmie A.— [Enter L.) Father, may I go? Oh, say, Harry, I'm going 
anyway ! 

Harry A. — Oh, I don't care. Go and hitch the horses to the big wagon. 

[Exit Jimmie. L.) 



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Mother A. — Father, if the boys leave home, how will you get the corn 
planted? 

Father A. — Oh, never mind the corn; mother. We'll get it planted some 
way. 

Squire M. — Mother and I will help you, neighbor, then you help us. 

Farmer A. — That's it. Squire, we'll get along. 

Jimmie A. — [Enter L.) Come on, father, I've hitched the horses to the 
big wagon, and we are all ready to s tart. 

Mrs. Mason. — Well, come, fathei% we must go too. 

Farmer A. — Hold on, Squire, wait and go with us. We can carry all 
just as well as not. Kate, where is my hat and cane? And bring my coat, 
too. Nellie, you hslp mother get ready. [Exit L. Mother, Kate, Nellie 
remain.) 

SCENE II. 

Ned A.— Enter L. with Harry A.; Bob M., Will E. and Tim McCarty.) 
Hold on, boys, let's stop and talk this matter over, for I think from what 
Prank Barton said, the South mean nothing but war. And they will never 
stop until they find that we of the North are really in earnest. Now if 
Harry and I will enlist, how many of you will go? 

Bob M.— I will, for one. 

Tim Mc. — Begorra, I'll go, as sure as me name is McGinnis. 

Will E.^ — Well; if you all go, I shan't be the only one to stay at home. 
I'll go, too. 

Harry A. — That's right. We'll all go in the same company. 

Tim Mc. — Well, how would it be if I'd be the Captain iv tJie kempany? 

Ned A. — Why, Tim, you can go as commissary. 

Tim Mc. — Commitionary! phat's that? Ony thing good to eat? 

Ned A. — Why, yes, Tim. He has plenty, while others don't get a single 
bite. 

Tim Mc. — That's the place I'm luckin' fur. Put me in right off. 

Ned A. — Well, hold on, Tim. Before we have a commissary, we have 
got to have recruits. Now you have very winning ways, you know. 

Tim Mc. — Hov I? Well, I hov, thot's phat me girl says. 

Ned A. — Oh, well, never mind your girl. Suppose you go to town and 
make the boys a speech. How many do you think you could get to go? 

Tim Mc. — How many? Well, let me look it over. There's noine av me 
father's cousins, and eight of me own. And their name is all McCarty. I 
kin git about fourty-seven or sixty. 

Bob M. — You can? Well let us hear who they are. 

Ned A. — Yes, we want the name of every man, Tim. 

Tim Mc— Well, hoar they are. There's Mike McCarty, Pat McCarty, 
Dinny McCarty, Con McCafty, Judy McCarty and 



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All. — Hold on, that's a girl, 

Tim Mc— Well, how the diyil can she help that? Don't we want a cookV 

Ned A. — No, Tim. Soldiers do their own cooking. Now I guess we've 
got this all right. Tim, can you run? 

Tim Mc. — Well, I suppose I kin. Give me a chance. 

Ned A. — Well, come here. Now when I count three you must start. All 
ready: One, two, three, go! [Boh trips Tim.) 

Tim Mc. — Hould on there, hould on! Show me the man that sthruck me, 
and I'll knock me brains out. I want you to understand I'm no phule. 

Ned A. — Oh! say, boys, that's not right! Here, Tim, come back and take 
another start. Now, boys, give him a fair chance. All ready — one, two, 
three, go! [Exit Tim R. Eater Joe. Business.) 

Ned A. — Why, Joe, I'm shocked! 

Uncle Joe — Well, I'm shocked myself! Say, who was that stepped on me 
just now? 

Ned A. — Why, that was Tim McCarty, Joe, don't you know him? 

Unkle Joe — If ever he does that agin, I'll bust him up the neck and kill 
him! 

Ned A. — Well, Joe, what brings you back here? I thought you started 
for home. 

Uncle Joe— My old mastah forgot de little sarpetcap, and he done tole 
me I must come back and git it; den I wanted to see you all, and tell you 
how mighty bad I felt 'bout dat fuss you had dis moimin', and I want to tell 
you dat I stan' on you're side 'cause you folks is all mighty nice people, and 
my ole mastah said dey must have come from de first families ob Virginny. 
And I guess he's 'bout right, too. 

Bob M. — Of course he's right, Joe; but I don't like Frank, and if I'd have 
been Harry I would have whipped him right in the house. 

Will E. — Well, Joe, your old master has gone away. Suppose you go 
with us. What do you say? 

Uncle Joe — Whar's you all goin'? 

Will E. — Ned can tell you. 

Ned A. — Why, Joe, we're going to town to enlist. Don't you know we're 
going to have a terrible war? 

Uncle Joe — Oh, you git out! Who'se goin' to hab it? 

Ned A. — Why, the North and South, Joe; and I fear it will be a terrible 
struggle. , 

Uncle Joe — VVhy; what you goin' to hab it fur? 

Ned A. — Why, since you ask the question, Joe, I think it's all on account 
of you. 

Uncle Joe — Who? me? No, sah! 'tain't my fault! I neber got up any 
war wid any one! 



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Ned A. — Oh, no, not you individually, Joe, but your people. You see the 
South want to keep you in slavery, while we of the North want to set you 
free. Now your old master has gone back to Kentucky and left you here. 
Suppose you cut loose and go with us. What do you say? 

Uncle Joe — Why, what would you all do wid me if I go 'long wid you? 

Bob M. — You can go as cook, Joe. 

Ned A. — That's it! Can you cook, Joe? 

Uncle Joe — Yes, sah, I kin cook anyting. 

Ned A.— And you'll go with us? 

Uncle Joe— Why say, you all won't tell my ole mastah if I go long wid 
you all? 

Ned A. — Joe, the chances are he will never see or hear of you again. 

Uncle Joe — All right, dat settles it. I'll go! 

Ned A. — Now, boys, we've got a cook. Lets be off. Come, Joe! [Exit 
allB.) 

Jimmie A. — {Enter L.) Hold on, boys! Wait for me! • 

Uncle Jog— Well, de Lord bless de little honey boy! ■ Whar you goin', 
Jimmie? 

Jimmie A. — 1 am going to town with the boys. 

Uncle Joe — Is you goin' all by you'self? 

Jimmie A. — Yes, of course! 

Uncle Joe — Well, hole on; look aheah! You go foolin' roun' down thar, 
de boys 'ill step on you and Icill you. Now I'm goin' down, too. You jist 
git aboard de ole man an' I'll carry you all de way, den you won't git so 
tired. See? 

Jimmie A. — All right, Joe, turn around here. {Exit B.) 

SCENE III. 

[Discovered — Capt. Clark sitting at table writing. Aiohward Squad Drill.] 

Tim Mc. — {Outside loith awkward squad. L.) Attention, betallion! Forward 
march! {Enter.) Lift, lift, lift, halt! Whoa! ho! Hould an! Don't run 
over me! don't you know enough to stop? I want you to understand the 
Captain is luckin' at yez! Now turn yer face this way an' stan' still till I 
spake to the Captain! How are yez, Captain? Cud I see yez a bit? 

Capt. Clark. — Yes, sir! What have you got here, Tim? 

Tim Mc. — I hov a lot av byes that want to go to war and kill somethin' or 
git killed thimselves— I don't care which. Phat do ye think I'd better do 
wid 'em? 

Capt. C— Well, they're a nice looking lot of fellows, Tim. Where did 
you get them? 

Tim Mc. — They all come from— {Mention something. local.) 

Capt. C— Well, I guess you may drill them a littfe. Shoulder arms! or- 
der arms! present arms! &c. 



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Tim Mc— Oh! ho! Kape your aye on thim, Cap., they kin do that in 
style! Look out, byes, I'm going to drill yez, now. Whin I give the com- 
mand I want every man to move quick, fur the Captain has his aye on ye. 
Now here we go: Shoulder arms!— that's good! Order arms! — yer gitten 
bether all the toime! Present arms! [Business.) Hould an! Hould an! 
Git back! I don't want yer guns! Git back! Standstill! You done that 
well! I'm proud av ye! Well, Captain, did ye notice thot? Phat'll I do 
wid 'em now? 

Capt. C. — You may right face them and double them up. 

Tim Mg.—{ Surprised.) Well, holy schmoke! Right face thim and double 
thim up! Upon me soul I belave it'll brake ivery man in two! Say, Cap- 
tain, do ye 'spose they kin stand it? 

Capt. C. — Yes, sir, Ihey must stand it! 

Tim Mc. — Well, I sippose I might as well begin on you, Gillhooly. Give 
me the gun! Now thin, hould up yer head and take it like a man! (Business.) 

Capt. C. — Hold, on there! What in thunder are you doing with that man? 

Tim Mc. — Well, begorra didn't you tell me to double thim up? 

Capt. C— Oh! no; not that way! Here, I mean to get them into two lines, 
this way: One — two — &c. 

Tim Mc— Oh! yes, av course! I had a notion to do thot three or four 
times! Here, git in here! One — come in here! — thot's two. Come here! 
One— git in there! Thot's two. Come around here! L'hat are lookin' at? 
One — one — one, (b^isiness) two! There, Captain, phat 'ill I do nixt? 

Capt. C — You may get them back into line and examine their arms. 
Look at each gun carefully and see that they are all ready for action. 

Tim Mc. — All right, Captain! Here give me thot gun till I see phat shape 
it's in. (Pass remarks about each gun. Last gun goes off accidentally. ) 

Capt. C. — Here, here, get these fellows out of this! Take them home! I 
don't want none of you! Get them away, they are the worst I ever saw! 

Tim Mc. — Come on, byes, we are goin' home! The Captain don't want 
us. Come on we're goin' home. Lift — lift — lift! Well, I guess I am lift! 
[Exit L.) 

( Noise right side. ) 

Capt. C. — Hello! Here come the country boys — Ned and Harry Allen, 
Bob Mason, Will Emmit and all. 

Ned A. — {Enter with Harry, Boh and Will. B.) Hello! Captain, how are 
you? Is your company full? 

Capt. C— No, not quite, Ned. Do you all want to enlist? 

Bob M. — Yes, Captain, we've all come to enlist. 

J immie A.— [Enter with Joe. E.) Ho! whoa, Joe! Oh, Ned, you ran so 
fast I couldn't keep in sight. What are you going to do? 

Ned A. — Why, I'm going to send you home. Here, Harry, start him 



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home. Joe, what did you bring him here for? 

Uncle Joe — I didn't bring liim! He brought me! 

Han\y A. — Ned, don't enlist until father and mother come — why, 
here they all come now! [Enter Father A., Mother^ Kate, ''Squire Mason and 
Mrs. M. B.) 

Parmer A. — Ah! good morning, Captain; how are you. [Looks at roll.) 
Ah, ha! That looks like business. If I was only young, Captain! 

Capt. C. — Well, you have two fine boys here — they perhaps might take 
your place. They are strong and healthy. 

Pai'mer A. — Come on, Ned; you were ever my boy — my first born — but 
God knows I loye you both, and if you want to enlist, you have my consent 
and blessing, and my prayers for your safety while gone. 

Harry A. — Ned, go and speak to mother and Kate. 

Ned A. — Kiote, the Captain here is getting up a comjoany, and the boys 
are all going. I would like very much to go. Will you give your consent? 

Kate A. — Oh! Ned! How can I say the word that will take you from me? 
Yet in this hour of our country's need and danger, I dare not withhold my 
consent. Go! and when all danger is over, return to me, if it be His will! 

Ned A.— Yes, Kate; I will return, if it be His will. Mother, we would 
not dare place our name on that roll without your consent and blessing 

Mother A. — My dear boys, I have ever taught you to speak plainly the? 
word "country," and, if need be, die in its defense. Go! as your father 
would were he able! And He that watcheth even the fall of a sparrow, will 
guard and protect my children! 

Ned A. — Mother, as you have taught us from childhood, our trust is ever 
there! Come on, Harry, we will sign the roll. [Sign roll.) Father, my 
name is on the roll. 

Harry A. — And mine, too, father. 

Parmer A. — My brave boys, you have done your duty! 

Ned A. — Nothing but what yau would have done, father, had you been 
able to go. 

Jimmie A. — Say, Captain, won't you please take me? 

Capt. C. — I'm afraid you are too young, Jimmie. 

Jimmie A. — Well, don't you want a drummer? 

Capt. C. — Why, certainly! Can you drum? 

Jimmie A. — Yes, sir! You just here me! [Drums.) How's that. Captain? 

Capt. C. — That's firstrate, Jimmie. Mr. Allen, can I take this boy? I 
will take good care of him. 

Parmer A. — Captain, his mother, not I, must answer for him. 

Mother A. — Can T not not have one left to me? Oh! my boy! My darl- 
ing! The joy and pride of ou." hnppy home! Must I lose you, too? Oh! I 
know what to say! 



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Jimraie A. — Oh! mother, please let me go! The boys iire all going! 

Mother A. — Well, then, be it so! Captain, to you and to heaven, I com- 
mit my dear boys! 

Jimmie A. — All right, Cup, she says I can go; where's the pen! {Signs 
roll. Exit oil, B. and L.) 

Capt. C. — There, my company is full! Col. Russell and his regiment are 
coming. Fall in, boys! Fall in! 

Uncle Joe — Hold on. Cap! Hold on! I guess if every pussin is goin' I'll 
go 'long to. 

Capt. C. — YouV Why, what can you do? 

Uncle Joe — Why I'm goin' to cook fur de Captin'. 

Capt. C— Can you cook? 

Uncle Joe — Oh! yes, yes, sah! I kin cook any ting. 

Capt. C. — Well, we've got to have a cook. Just write your name down 
there. 

Uncle Joe — Have I got to put my name down? 

Capt. C. — Yes, sir; if you want to go with us, you must put your name 
down. 

Uncle Joe — Whar 'bouts? On dis place heah? — 

Capt. C. — Yes, right there. ^ 

Uncle Joe — Which one? De hindest name or de front name? 

Capt. C. — Why, both, of course. 

Uncle Joe — Oh, you put it down yourself. I can't write nohow. 

Capt. C. — All right, spell it out. 

Uncle Joe — Does I have to spell it? 

Capt. C. — To be sure you do. 

Uncle Joe — Well, it goes somehow dis way. G-o-w-oo-ckif — Joe. {Exit 
Capt. C. and Joe. L.) 

Col. Russell — {Outside.) Attention, battalion! Forward march! {Enter 
L.) Halt! Left face! Order arms! Parade rest! 

{Enter Farmerand Mrs. A., Nellie A.., Kate A., SquireandMrs. Mason. B. 
Here may he introduced one verse and chorus of Star Spangled Banner hy Nellie 
A. after presentation.) 

Nellie A. — Col. Russell: We have assembled here for the purpose of pre- 
senting to your regiment this stand of colors. It was made by the mothers, 
wives and sisters of the brave and loyal men who go forth to battle for our 
country. While in camp, on the march, or in the heat of battle, we trust 
tins emblem will create a spirit of inspiration that will lead you on from 
conquest to victory until its bright stars and stripes shall proudly float from 
the capitol of eyei-y State in the nation. Take it, Colonel, and may the God 
of battles bless and protect you, one and all! 

Col. R. — Miss Allen, and Ladies: In behalf of these brave men whom 



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I have the honor to command, I accept this stand of colors, and we 
pledge our lives in its defence. And wherever its bright stars shine, or 
broad stripes float, there we will rally 'round it, ever thinking of the fair 
faces and loyal hearts of those we hold most dear. Soldiers, do you indorse 
these sentiments? 

All — Colonel, we do! 

Col. R. — Then give three cheers for the ladies of -, hip, hip. 

(Cheers.) A,ttention, battalion! Carry, arms! Color guard to the front and 
center, march! Halt! Sergeant: To you I entrust this stand of colors. 
Battalion, present arms! Carry arms! Color guard, about face! To your 
post, march! Battalion, right face! Forward, column left! March! 
[Exit L.) 

[Ladies and citizens waving handkerchiefs as troops move off. Parting of 
friends. All exit B and L. Ch-and tablk.au. Secession. 

ACT II. SCENE I. 

(Camp of the 15th Hegiment. " Boys asleep. Orand rounds. Boll Call, c6c.) 

Ned A. — Ned, Harry and Jimmie, discovered, lying F. C. with drum. 
Candle in bayonet. Ned writing. ) How tired the boys are tonight. And no 
wonder, after the long, weary march we have had today. And Jimmie, 
poor boy, how hard he tried to keep up. Ah! mother dear, I shall ever re- 
member your last request, "Ned, take good care of Jimmie, and bring him 
home to me again." Well, well! I must put out this light and go to sleep, 
for it is about time to change the guard. (Lies Down.) (Capt, C. Enter L 
with grand rounds.) 

Guard — Halt! Who comes there? 

Capt. C. — Grand rounds! 

Guard — Advance, Sergeant of the grand rounds, and give the counter- 
sign! The countersign is correct. Advance, grand rounds. (Exit all B 
and return for roll call. ) 

Capt. Co. A. — (After Tim McCarty and Joe leave stage.) Fall in, men! Fall 
in! Carry arms! (Enter Col. Bussel L.) Battalion, present arms! 

Col. R. — Battalion, carry arms! Order arms! Parade rest! (Enter Gen. 
Grant and staff. L.) Battalion, attention! Carry arms! Present arms! 
Carry arms! 

Gen. Grant — Colonel, I desire that you pass your command in review, af- 
ter which you will go into camp in the field beyond the Shiloh church. 
You will double your camp guard, and see that all fires are extinguished 
before night. 

Col. R. — Battalion, right face! Forward column left! March! (Exit L.) 

Gen. G. — Gentlemen: I have not as yet had any reliable information 
from the enemy, but from reports, I am inclined to the opinion that the 
movements of Gen. Johnston are directed against our center, 



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Chief of Staff. — From reports made by our scouts, General, it appears 
that their movements are directed against Gen. Hurlburt's line, our left. 

Gen. G. — This being the case. Colonel, you will send orders at once to 
have the gunboats Lexington and Tyler moved further up the river, in or- 
der that they may better protect our extreme left, and prevent the enemy 
from obtaining possession of our transports. {Exit orderly.) And to be 
doubly sure that there will be no mistake, you will send this order along 
the line from right to left, Wallace on the right, then Smith, McCiernand, 
Sherman, Prentiss and Hurlburt on the extreme left, and to hold their 
commands well in hand, to be ready to move at a moment's notice. 

Gen. G. — Col. Russell, have you a competent man in your command whom 
you can entrust with important business? 

Col. R. — Yes, General, I have. 

Gen. G. — You will then order such person to report to my headquarters 
at once. [Exit Col. B. L.) [Capt. C. enter L with two guards and spy.) 

Gen. G. — Captain, whom have you there? 

Capt. C. — General, this man was found down by the river, and I have 
reasons to believe that he is a spy from the camp of Gen. Johnston. 

Gen, G. — Have you searched the prisoner, Captain? 

Capt. C. — I have. General, and found upon his person this plan of our po- 
sition. What is your pleasure concerning him? 

Gen. G. — When the evidence is conclusive, the penalty is death. Cap- 
tain you are charged with the execution of this man at once. 

Capt. C. — Squad, left face! Forward column left! March! [Exit L.) 
Ready! Aim! Fire! 

Ned A. — [Enter L with orders.) General, I have an order to report toj'^our 
headquarters at once. 

Gen. G. — Soldier, 1 desire to see you on very important business. Step 
this way. Soldier, I desire that you provide yourself with suitable cloth- 
ing, enter the enemy's line, and proceed, if possible, as far as Corinth. 
Endeaver to obtain all the information you cain concerning their move- 
ments. You have just witnessed the execution of a man for performing 
the same duty I would impose upon you. Be very careful in all your move- 
ments, for if you are discovered, you will never return— the penalty is 
death! With a full knowledge of all the dangers that must be encountered, 
will you undertake the mission? 

Ned A. — General, when I came into the army, it was to perform faithful- 
ly all the duties of a soldier. If it is your desire, I will undertake the mis- 
sion, and come out of it the best I can. 

Gen. G. — Do so, and carry with you the best wishes of your General and 
the entire army. [Exit Ned A. L. Dress in disguise, come to B.) 



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SCENE II. 

Fra^ak B.— [Enter L with Bebel Guard.) Halt! Left face! Soldiers, you 
will hold this road and halt all who may pass. We are near the enemy's 
lines, and the General's orders are to examine all persons who pass this 
way, and send all suspicious characters to his headquarters. [Enter Col. 
Barton. L. ) 

Frank B. — Guard, present arms! Carry arms! Order arms! 

Col. B. — Well, Prank, I find you at your post, and I am glad to see you so 
active. Gen. Johnston will no doubt attack the Federal forces to-morrow. 
Hold yourself in readiness to draw your men to the reserve post, if needed, 

Frank B. — All right. Colonel, and if I am off duty at nine o'clock, I will 
see you at Gen. Cheatham's headquarters. 

Col. B. — I am to report to Gen. Bragg for duty at nine o'clock, and if I 
can return I will see you. Goodnight. [Exit Band go to left. Enter Joe. L.) 

Uncle Joe — Now, foah de good Lord, have mercy on me if dare aint my 
ole mastah and his son, Frank! If dey find me out, I'se a dead nigger foah 
suah! May be da done forgot me, and think I'se way up in ole Kentuck! 

Frank B. — Halt! Who goes there? 

Uncle Joe — Why, nothin', mastah, but jist a ole man goin' down heah to 
see de ole woman. She live down heah on de next plantation, sah! 

Frank B. — Have you got a pass? 

Uncle Joe^Yes, sah^ I got a pass some whar heah, sah. 

Frank B. — Well, let me see it! Come get it out here! 

Uncle .Joe — Yes, sah! Heah it is, sah! 

Frank B. — [Suspicious.) Where did you get this pass? From the 
General, or your master? 

Uncle Joe — I done got it from de General, sah! 

Frank B. — Well, from which General? 

Uncle Joe — From the Gineral ob de army! 

Frank B. — From which army? 

Uncle Joe — VVhy, from de army whar de soldiers stay! 

Frank B. — Did you get this pass from Gen. Cheatham? 

Uncle Joe — I got it from Gen. Cheatham or Gan. Swindlem, one of dem 
men — I don't know who dey is. 

Frank B. — Oh, bother your ignorance. Guard let him pass. 

Uncle Joe — Thank you, mastah! Thank you! Now if Mastah Ned eber 
gits in de clutches ob dat man he's done gone up foah suah! 

Frank B. — What's the matter old man? You can pass; go on! [Exit Joe. 
B.) Now, men, we will take a position near that ravine. Carry arms! 
Right face! Forward march! [Exit B. Go to left.) 



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SCENE III. 
[Confederate camp. Generals Johnston and Bragg.] 

Captain Seaman — [Enter It with Confederate troops.) Forward march! 
Halt! Left face! Enter GeneralJohnston and staff, right. General Bragg and 
staff, left.) Battalion, present arms! Carry arms! Order arms! Parade rest! 

General Bragg — Colonel, has the spy returned I sent out this morningV 

Chief of Staff.— No, sir! 

Gen. B. — Yet I am sure the Federals have not received re-enforce- 
ments. Gen. Forest made two feints on their right, and his scouts report 
no movement of Gen. Buel. 

Gen. J. — General, I do not credit the statement. I believe the Federals 
have been re-enforced. Their left shows a strong front, and I find their 
center firm and unyielding. We must have further information. Your 
spy, Gen. Bragg, 1 am inclined to believe, has been captured. 

Gen. B. — I trust not, for everything depends upon a knowledge of their 
forces. [Enter Capt. Seaman with Ned Allen. B.) 

Gen. J. — Who is this man? 

Capt. S. — I found him down by the spring, and he says he lives near here. 

Gen. B. — Old man, do you live near here? 

Ned A. — Yes, sah! I lives just down" heah on Owl Creek. Say, do 
you'ns all know you got mighty nigh de Yankee soldiers? I saw a whole 
heap on critter back 'bout half mile down heah, sah! 

Gen. J. — Did you receive any information from their talk concerning 
their forces? 

Ned A. — Yes, sah! I heard de Captain say somethin' about a Yankee 
Gineral what was goin' to cross de river down about Crumps' Landin' or 
Savannah, sah! 

Gen. B. — These are no doubt fresh troops on their way to re-enforce the 
Federals at this point. 

Gen. J. — [To G kief of Staff'.) Send word to Gen. Beauregard to advance 
his foi'ces from Corinth^ and to hold himself in readiness to open the at- 
tack early to-morrow morning. 

Gen. B. — General, will my command still retain its present position? 
Gen. Cheatham has withdrawn his troops to co-operate with Gen. Vandom. 
I am now short two brigades and a field battery. 

Gen. J.— [2b Chief of Staff.] — You will send Gen. Bragg one brigade from 
Gen. Rhet Roberts' division, and one battery from the First Mississippi ar- 
tillery. I cannot spare any more troops at present, but if re-enforcements 
arrive early from Corinth, I will send you another brigade. 

Gen. B. — Thanks, Genera!. Have you fully completed your plan of at- 
tack? 

Gen. J. — Yes, General, here is the plan of our lines from right to left. 



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You will examine them carefully and send them at once to Gen. Cheatham. 
You will then prepare for a general attack at 6 o'clock in the morning. 
Let every man be on the alert, and make this battle the crowning victory of 
the war. Step by step, we have induced these Yankee hirelings to follow 
us, until now we have them within our power. And tomorrow night I shall 
water my horse in the Tennessee river in rear of Gen. Grant, or take the 
risk of another journey. You will report to your command in due time, 
and hold yourself in readiness. 

Ned A. — {After music.) Hurrah fur Gineral John- Johnston, and Jeff 
Davis, too! Haint that all right, Captain? 

Capt. S. — Yes, that's all right, old man. 

Gen. B.— Captain, bring that man to recruiting headquarters. We have 
need for all loyal hearts in our Southern army. {Enter Col. Barton. L.) 

Ned A. — Col. Barton in this camp? If I am discovered by him, I shall 
never escape. {Enter Joe. B.) And you, too, Joe? Heavens! are the fates 
against me? 

Uncle Joe — Dat's Mastah Ned! Now if dey find me out dey'll kill him 
foah suah! 

Gen. B. — How are you, Colonel? Here is a man not yet in our Southern 
army; see that he has a place in our ranks at once. 

Col. B. — All right, General. Ah, here comes my son, I will turn this 
man over to him. He has charge of all unassigned recruits. {Enter Frank 
B. L.) 

Uncle Joe — Now was ever a poor boy in dis heah fix_afoah? Dar's no sal- 
vation foah him now! He's done gone up foah suah! 

Col. B. — Sergeant, you will take charge of that man and see that he has 
a place in our ranks at once. 

Frank B. — All right, Colonel. Here, old man, step this way, sir! 

Uncle Joe — Yes, sah! Heah I is, sah! 

Frank B.^ — Oh, no, not you — you I want! Where are you skulking to? 
Come here! I want you! 

Ned A. — Now say, Captain, I got to go right down home; if I don't de ole 
woman'U tare all de har out of my head, sah! 

Frank B. — Well, how is it, old man, one professing so much loyalty for 
our cause as you do, is not in the ranks? 

Ned A.— Oh, I can't go in de army nohow. Captain! You see dat boy 
Pete ob mine, he's done gone off wid Gineral Hood; den I got a heap ob 
rhumatix in dese ole bones, a heap ob rhumatix. 

Frank B. — Well, come, straighten up! I want to see — What? am I right? 
Here is treason on the spot! 

All — Treason? 

Frank B. — Yes, General, I have found a spy! This man is from the Fed- 



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eral camp ! Look, father, {remove disguise) it is Ned Allen I 

Col. B.— Ned Allen? 

Uncle Joe — Now, den, it's all day wid him! De young chicken's got into 
de hawk's nest foah sartin suah! 

Col. B. — Sir! Your position cripples any effort I may feel disposed to 
make in your behalf. I can only recall my past life with your father, and 
regret the circumstances that have so strangely set us at variance . 

Ned A. — Colonel, I thank you for even this poor consolation. I was not 
ignorant of the danger I incurred in coming here. I was only obeying the 
orders of my superior officers. 

Gen. B. — Col. Barton, do you know this man? — I see you hesitate. Ser- 
geant, can you swear to his identity? 

Frank B. — Yes, General, I knew that man long before the war. I have 
visited at his father's house. 

Ned A. — Remember that, Frank, and repay my father's hospitality. You 
can do it now. 

Frank B. — Ha, ha, Ned Allen! Remember my oath! 

Ned A. — I do. You are heartless! (Aside.) Joe, if you value your life, 
don't recognize me her£. 

Uncle Joe— You jist bet your last bottom dollah I haint goin' to do any- 
ting db dat kind. I haint done gone clean crazy yit! 

Gen. B. — Colonel, you will convene a court-martial at once, and if con- 
victed, let him suffer the proper doom of a spy! 

Ned A. — [Aside.) Joe, get out of here; return to the Union camp and re- 
port my capture to the General. 

Gen. B. — Colonel, you will examine this man, take down all information, 
compare these orders with Gen. Johnston, and report to me at your earliest 
convenience. [Exit L.) 

Col. B. — [Aftermusic.) How strange is my situation? Here is the son of 
my old friend, found within our lines in the character of a spy! and I am 
compelled to pass upon him the sentence of a military execution. If I 
could induce him to give us such information as would be beneficial to our 
cause, I might secure his pardon. I will try. Soldier, what was your ob- 
ject in entering our lines? 

Ned A. — I decline to answer. If you wish to know, it is your business to 
find out! 

Col. B. — Sir, let your answers be guarded! I can do much for or agtinst 
you. Give me all the information you can concerning your forces, and I 
promise you life and a commission in our ranks. I have long known your 
father and I 

Ned A. — Then you should have better known my father's son! I would 
not accept life on such base conditions! Never! 



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Col. B. — Enough, sir! You have sealed your own doom. Officers of the 
court martial, what is your verdict? 

All — Death to the spy! 

Col. B. — Captain, you will execute the sentence! Soldier, you have heard 
the verdict. Have you anything- to say? 

Ned A. — Nothing, Colonel. It would be worse than folly to say anything 
now! 

Col. B. — Sergeant, you will take these plans and reports to Gen. Cheat- 
ham, and do not fail that they reach him in time, for upon their prompt 
delivery depends your promotion. 

Frank B — I will see that they reach him in time. Ha, ha, Ned Allen! 
Your death and mj promotion! (Exit R ther. to Left.) 

Ned A. — Coward! Joe, follow that man and capture those papers. You 
can save the whole army, and perhaps my life. 

Uncle Joe — Now am de day ob salvation, honey! I'll git dem papers if I 
have to kill all two ob us! {Exit B.) 

Col. B. — Soldier, prepare yourself for death! Are you ready? 

Ned A. — Yes, Colonel, I am ready! 

Capt. S. — {Take Ned to position, bandage eyes with large, white handkerchief.) 
Good bye, soldier! Attention, company! Carry arms! Ready! Aim! 

Chiet ol Stan.— {Enter M L.) HOLD! 

Capt. S. — Recover arms! Carry arms! 

Chief of Staff.— Gen. Johnston defers the execution of this man, until 
further information can be obtained concerning the movements of Gen. 
Grant! Here, sir, are your orders! {Exit L.) 

Col. B. — {Examine orders.) Soldier, will you give me the information I 
ask? . 

Ned, A. — No, Colonel, never! 

Col. B.^Will you take life as the price of your information? It is your 
only chionce! Reflect! Remember yoiar home — your wife^ 

Ned A. — Oh. man, stop! Do not torture me in this hour of misery and 
danger! I remember my home, my wife, and all tliat makes home dear to 
me! I also remember that I have sworn it, even as you have done, to pro- 
tect my country from all her enemies. Not as you have done, in the hour 
of need and danger: changed your uniform; violated your oath to your 
government; and for what? To yield allegiance to those stars and bars! 
Ah, strike if you will; I am unarmed and in your power. Do your worst — 
you can but kill me! 

Col. B. — Soldier, you are young — too brave for such a fate. You shall 
have one more chance! Will you accept? 

Ned A. — For the last time, Colonel, my answer is, no! Never! 



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SCENE IV. 

Uncle Joe — {Enter L). Now I jist wondah whar dat fellah is gone? He 
done come down dis way and I jist cut across do nigh way, and now I bet 
he's gone back, or else he run and got ahead and I've done missed him! I 
guess I'll jist go back an — oh, heah he comes now! Yes, sah, dat's him! 
Now I'll hide right heah 'till he comes 'long, don jump on him and kill him 
and git dem papers. {Joe hides.) 

Frank B. — {Enter L.) At last I have one more enemy in my power. Ned 
Allen could not escape me in his most perfect disguise, and within an hour 
he will meet the doom of a spy! 

Uncle Joe — [Jum'ps onto Frank.'] I guess not, honey! Gib me dem papers 
or I'll kill you! 

Frank B. — Oh, you black fiend! I know you now! I'll make short work 
of you! {JJraws sword.'] Down on your knees to your master! 
■ Uncle Joe — [Presents revolver] Oh, no, honey! I can'1 git down on my 
knees no moah! You see I'se done forgot how! 

Frank B. — Giye me those papers, you black rascal! 

Uncle Joe— Say, if you want dem papers you can git dem right now! If 
you want dem, you got to go clar to de Yankee camp. [Exit L.] 

Frank B. — Halt! Halt! you black scoundrel! If those papers are lost I 
am ruined — promotion and all gone! H ilt! Halt!! [Exit L.] 

SCENE V. 
[Discovered — 'Ned A. xvitli hands tied. Frank B. and guard.] 

Frank B. — Well, Ned Allen! No doubt you have been enjoying yourself 
during my absence. 

Ned A. — Oh, Frank, please untie these cords on my arms, and I pledge 
you my word and honor I will make no attempt to escape. 

Frank B. — Ha, ha! Your word and honor! Why, what's the word of a 
Yankee good for? 

Ned A. — Frank, when a Union soldier gives his word, no power on earth 
can ever break it. 

Frank B.— No, Ned Allen! Not one cord shall be relaxed until the time 
arrives for your execution! Now make the best of your situation, I'm go- 
ing to lie down for awhile. Guai'd, you will watch that man closely. If he 
makes :,n attempt to escape, shoot him down. I'll be back in an hour. {Exit 
L.) {Joe whistling outside.) 

Ned A. — That sounds like Joe. I hope he is not coming here. 

Uncle Joe — {Enter L. Business with guard.) Say, lay down dat gun! Now 
untie dat boy's hands, and let him go! Hurry up! Kase we can't stay long. 
Now Mastah Ned, you's all right; you go ahead and I'll ketch you afoah you 
git to camp. 



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Ned A. — Noble fellow, you have done your duty! {Exit B.) {Enter Frank 
and guard firing as scene doses.) 

SCENE VI. 

Gen. G. — {Enter L with staff and Col. Bussell.) Colonel, I feel sure our spy 
has been captured, or he would surely returned before this. 

Col. R. — General, I earnestly hope that he has not been discovered. 
{Looking B.) Wliy, there he comes now, down through the woods with old 
Joe, the company cook. 

'Ned A.— {Enter B with Joe. Hand papers to General.) General, there are 
the plans and position of the Confederate Army, and I can say that I have 
risked my life in gaining possession of them. {General examines papers.) 
Joe, how did we get over that last fence? 

Uncle Joe — I dunno! We's comin' so fast I never seen it! 

Gen. G. — These are, indeed, important papers. Colonel, send word to 
the Commodore to open fire on the left at once, as Gen. Johnston is receiv- 
ing re-enforcements and will attack us soon. Corporal, how did you get 
possession of these papers? 

Ned A. — General, old Joe here captured those papers from a Rebel ser- 
geant sent by Gen. Bragg to Gen. Cheatham. I failed in your mission. I 
was discovered in the enemies camp, and sentenced to be shot! Last night 
old Joe, here, hovered around the guard line, and, watching his chance, he 
overpowered the guard, untied my hands, and led the way. And thanks to 
this brave, old fellow, General, here I am! 

Gen. G. — Thanks, my brave boys! Colonel, you will see that this man is 
recommended for promotion after the battle. {Look over papers. ) 

Uncle Joe — Oh, ho! Now honey, didn't I tell you you'd git somethin' fur 
all dis trouble? Now, say, we must go right down to de camp, kase Mastah 
Harry and Jimmie must be purty neah crazy to see you. 

Ned A. — Yes, Joe, and I am almost crazy to see them. Now mind what I 
tell you, Joe: You break to camp and tell the boys I am coming; tell them 
I am almost starved; and you get me something to eat. 

Uncle Joe — All right! Now I must go to camp and tell de boys I am al- 
most starved, and I want somethin' to eat, cause I've gone crazy and so 
have you, and I want 

Ned A. — Oh, go on and tell them anything. {Exit Joe.) General, while 
in the Confederate camp, I overheard a speech made by Gen. Johnston, in 
which he Said he would water his horse in the Tennesseeriver at your rear,, 
or he would take the risk of a tropical journey. {Exit. L.) 

Gen. G. — Water his horse in the Tennessee river? Then he will wade 
through rivers of blood! for I will fight it out on this line, if it takes all 
summer! Gentlemen, we will now visit the center, as they will no. doubt 
open with full artillery. {Exit all, right.) 



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Capt. C— (Entei-. L.) Forward! Double quick, march! Halt! Boys, we 
must advance a line to yonder woods. Forward! Double quick, march! 
{Exit B. Farm quickly in rear for battle.) 

[Capt. S.i cross from left to right, double qicick, xoith Confederate soldiersJ] 

SCENE VII. 
{Discovered. Gen. Grant and staff , Col. Bussell, Capt. Clark and U. S. sold- 
iers. Fire and fall back. Confederates advance, fire and fall back. Charge 

of both sides. Grand tableau.] 

ACT III. SCENE I. 
[Discovered. Ned A., Col. Barton, JimmieA., Joe, and dead ayid wounded of 

both sides. Sisters of Charity.] 

Uncle Joe— Poor Mastah Ned! He's almost gone! Look up, Mastah Ned! 
Don't you know your old Joe? Don't give up. I can't bar to lose you! 

Ned A. — Harry — Jimmie — oh — oh! 

Col, B. — Who is calling? Give me — water, whoever you are, and help 
me to rise! 

Ned A. — I have a canteen here, stranger. Give me your hand, and I will 
try to help you! (Both rise.) 

Col. B.— Ned Allen! 

Ned A. — Col. Barton! Man, I could curse you and yours! 

Sister — Peace, children, peace! The dead and dying are here! Forgive 
each other, as you would be forgiven there! 

Col. B. — Ned — I am — severely wounded. Have you water in — your can- 
teen? 

Ned A. — Yes, Colonel, I — have! 

Col. B. — Then in the name of humanity, giye me a drink! 

Ned A. — In the name of humanity — I dare not — resist — that cry, and 
Rebel as you are — the water — is yours. 

Col. B. — [Drink.) Thank you, Ned — if I — live, I will — repay your— kind- 
ness. 

Ned A. — Yes, yes, Colonel — how times have changed, — but an hour — ago 
and you — would have killed me! 

Col. B. — There is a — drummer boy — on my left — he called for water — but 
I think — he is — dead now. 

Ned A. — Do you hear, Joe? A drummer boy! — I have not seen Jimmie — 
since early — this morning! Go over the field, where we made — the last 
charge — and if you find him — bring him to me. 

Uncle Joe — Heah he is, Mastah Ned! 

Ned A. — Joe, he is not dead! His little heart still beats. Give me water, 
Joe! All gone, not one drop left when I needed it most! Joe take care — of 

Jimmie. This wound is open again. Oh — the pain — the pain 

Col. B. — Ned, Ned, arouse yourself, and carry these — words to — your 



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father — if you survive this hour: That Col. Barton— on the field of Shiloh 
— regrets his treason— to the — old flag. 

Ned A. — Should I live, I will tell my father that— I will— I will. 

Col. B. — (To Confederate soldiers.) No — no, boys, don't mind me. I— am 
— dying! Help these boys — around me. [Sinks back dead.) 

Fr&nk B.~{Enter E.) That voice! Where was it? 

Sister — Sergeant, there he lies! ' 

Frank B. — Yes, there he lies! Father— father! Boys, he is dead! A 
wound near the heart! Oh, that I could avenge his death! What other 
thought than that of vengeance is left me now? My home made desolate, 
and the only one I had to love laid by vandal hands in the cold embrace of 
death! Hear me, ye fates that guard our noble South! Here on my bend- 
ed knees, among the dead and the dying, and the awful stillness that reigns 
after battle, do I pledge my arm, (rise) my life, to do your bidding. Hence- 
forth my watchword shall be: Slay and torture! Oh, father! father! 
Ha! That face? and alive? Here my revenge begins! Boys, you will take 
this body beyond the hill— beyond the hill, boys! [Exit L with Jimmie.) 

Uncle Joe — Mastah Ned, Mastah Frank and the Rebels is taking Jim- 
mie away! 

Ned A. — Taking Jimmie away? Help me to rise, Joe! for I must follow 
them! There they go beyond the hill! Do you see, Joe? 

Frank B. — [Enter L.) Ha, ha! You too, Ned Allen? Now is my revenge 
indeed complete! What? you, too, you black fiend! [Draw revolver.) 

Ned A. — Stop! Don't shoot him! He has done no harm! Kill me, but 
spare old Joe! 

Frank B. — Well, I'll spare you on one condition. Look to your master 
until I return. You come with me! 

Ned A. — Good bye, old Joe, good bye! Oh, why did I not die there? 

Frank B. — Oh, you'll die soon enough! [Exit both L.) 

Harry A. — [Enter L. Capt. Clark. B.) Captain, I am sure this is where 
we made the last charge. 

Capt. C. — Yes, Harry, this is the place. 

Harry A.— Ah, Captain, here is Jimmie's drum — too late!, too late! 

Capt. C. — Yes, and here is Ned's canteen! 

( Tableau — decoration. ) 

ACT IV. SCENE I. 

[Advance guard of Sherman''s army.] 

Capt C. — [Enter B. with U.S. soldiers; Tim McCarty in rear.) Forward, 
march! Halt! Order, arms! Boys, we will stop here a few minutes until 
Harry Allen returns. You will not unpack ov take oft" your things for he 
may find a better place to go into camp. Well, here he comes now. 

Harry A. — [Enter L.) Captain, I have found a place to go into camp, 



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about a quarter of a mile ahead. Plenty of good spring water, and a large 
barn that will furnish good quarters. 

Capt. C— Did you learn anything concerning the Rebel cavalry that made 
us the trouble yesterday? 

Harry A, — Yes, I met two darkies who had been acting as guides for es- 
caped prisoners, and they told me the last Rebel cavalry had gone to -Ma- 
con. So our way to Andersonville is open, and we have nothing to fear.: 

Capt. C. — All right, Sergeant. We will post a guard here and get into 
camp, for a good night's rest is needed by all. Tim, I will detail you to re- 
main here on guard. You will be very careful, and in case of danger you 
will alarm the camp at once. And if Joe comes along, tell him where we 
are, and to be in a hurry, for the boys will want their supper. Attention, 
men! Carry arms! Forward, march! [Exit L.) 

Tim Mc. — Well, begorra, that's always me luck. If there is a chance to 
ate, or a chance to slape, I'm the sucker that's got to stand and see the rest 
do it! Oime getting so thin me clothes fits me twice! Be the powers oime 
hungry as a mule, and I cud ate a bale av hay! Well, well; I sippose I have 
to stand it! {Enter Frcmk B. B.) Be the blazes the Captain didn't tell me 
whin I'de be i"elaved! I guess — 

Frank B. — Well, here! I think I'll relieve you now! 

Tim Mc. — {Frightened, drops gun.) Oh, say — hould an! The Captain said 
— oh, murther! Murtherl I wish I wasn't here! 

Frank B. — You'll not be here long! We've been out looking for just such 
ducks as you! Come, men, {enter guard) take him along! 

Tim McC. — Oh, say! take me gun and let me go! You may have me hat, 
me coat, ony thing! Upon me soul I don't feel well! 

Frank B. — I guess you'll feel better by the time I get through with you! 
Come, fall in here! Take him along, boys! Move on! {Exit all B.) 

SCENE II. 

[Andersonville prison at night — Prisoners lying about asleep — Jimmie A.F. C] 

Ned A. — One more dark and gloomy night almost past and gone, only to 
be followed by a day of misery and death! How many poor fellows have 
closed their eyes, never to see their home and friends again! And Jimmie, 
poor little fellow, how haggard and pale he is growing! Willingly would 
I give up my life, if I could only lay him in his mother's arms. {Lays down. 
Tableau. Jimmie'' s dream of home. ) 

Jimmie A. — {After tableau. Bising.) Oh, mother? — mother! 

Ned A. — What is it it, Jimmie? Are you awake? 

Jimmie A. — Oh, Ned, I have been dreaming of home! I thought I was 
talking with mother, and I could see them all. And oh, Ned, the good 
things they had to eat! {Boys rise, one after another.) 



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Ned A. — Heaven grant that your dream may prove true, Jimmie — but I 
fear — I fear. 

Bob M. — Good morning, Jimmie. Have the guards come around with the 
bread yet? 

Jimmie A. — No, not yet, Bob, but I wish they would come, for I am al- 
most starved! 

Bob M. — Yes, I know you are hungry, Jimmie I I wish I had something 
to give you, but I've not had a bite since yesterday noon. 

Jimmie A. — Ned gave me some corn bread last night, but I threw it in the 
swamp — it was so mouldy and bad I couldn't eat it! 

Will E. — Bob, if that little fellow is not soon exchanged, he will be num- 
bered with the boys who lie in the trench. 

All — Bread — bread — bread ! 

Prank B. — [Enter B.) Hold your noise, you infernal Yankee pack, or 
you'll get steel! 

Ned A.— {J.Zi!.) Bread! curse you! bread! 

Frank B. — Attention, guard! Forward, march! Column right, march! 
Halt! Left face! Now, the first one that opens his mouth, will lose his rot- 
ten Yankee head! 

All — Shoot, if you dare! you coward! 

Frank B. — What! Shoot if I dare? [Draws pistol.) 

Ned A. — Yes, Frank, shoot if you dare! We have faced your bullets time 
and again! 

Frank B.— Ha, ha, Ned Allen! You are too anxious! that is not what I 
want. Do you know I could have you hanged for being a spy? yet I spare 
you! Do you know why I withhold the knowledge of your guilt? I will 
tell you: It is because I would starve you here, inch by inch! I would 
bring you to my feet, and I will do it! 

Ned A. — Oh, Frank! look around you! Here are men who were your 
playmates in childhood, and they are hungry! Look at this little fellow, 
starving before your very eyes! Does this move you not? 

Frank B.^Move me? No; I like it! 

Ned A. — Well, Frank, if this does not move you, let your mind go back 
to the field of Shiloh, where your brave, noble father lay dying! He called 
for water, and I gave him the last drop in my canteen. Frank, you loved 
your father, and God knows I love my brother! Come, Frank, you will 
yield? 

Frank B. — Yield? No! By the shades of my murdered father, riddled 
by your cursed Yankee bullets, I will never yield! 

Ned A. — Then you are heartless as stone! Boys, there is but one thing 
to do: If I give up to this man we may get the bread! I will try! Frank, 



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if I say I am sorry I struck you yesterday, will you give the boys some 
bread? 

Frank B. — Well, if you are sorry, get down on your knees and say so! 

Ned A.— What? On my knees to a Rebel? Sir! an American soldier 
kneels to none but his Creator! And hungry as I am, I can not kneel 
to you! 

Fi'ank B. — Well, take your time! You'll come there yet! 

Ned A. — Jimmie, are you very hungry? 

Jimmie A. — Yes, Ned, I am vei-y, very hungry! 

Ned A. — Then, for your sake, ray boy, I will give up. [Kneel to Frank.) 
Frank, I am at your feet! 

Frank B.— Ha, ha! So you are there! Apologize to Frank Barton, iiever? 

Jimmie A.— Ned, Ned; don't do that. I would sooner starve, inch by 
inch, than see you kneel to that man! 

Ned A.—{Bising.) Then, Jimmie, my boy, we will starve together! 

Prisoners — Shame! Bread! bread! bread! 

Frank B. — Tom, bring in some bread. [Ghiard brings bread.) Boys, this 
looks good; it tastes good. Will you have some? {Boys advance.) Get 
back there! Jimmie, you look hungry; won't you have some bread? Come 
and get it; plenty of it. Ha, ha! was it good? 

Jimmie A. — If I were a man, I would knock you down! 

Frank B.— Oh, go 'way! You'll never live to be a man! Well, you half- 
starved Yankee dogs, take the bread! Here is some more; go for it! {All 
grab for bread and leave stage left.) Guard! Left face! Forward, march! 

Jimmie A. — {Runs back.) Sergeant! Sergeant! Won't you please give 
me some bread? The boys got all, and I didn't get any. 

Frank B.— Go back there, you've had enough! 

Jimmie A. — Oh, please, Sergeant! just one piece! {Grabs basket.) 

Frank B. — I'll give you a piece! {Draws pistol.) 

Jimmie A.—[Bunning.] Oh, Ned! Ned! Boys! [Frank Shoots.] Oh! 
O! [Falls.] 

Prisoners — {All rush in at sound of pistol.) Hold! 

Frank B.— Stand back, or some more will go down! There, howl now, 
you Yankee brao! That's one more to my credit! Stand back, there! 
Keep back! [Fxit B.] 

Bob M. — Poor little fellow! His life has gone back to the God who gave 
it! The trials and tortures of this foul prison pen have ended with him for- 
ever! Boys, help lift him up, and well take him to the entrance. [Bob 
and boys carry him. Cover with old blanket.] Who will tell this to Ned? 
Will you? Will you? Then I suppose I must! Ned, Ned! Oh, Ned! 

Ned A. — [Outside.] Go 'way. Bob; don't take my bread; it is all I have 
had for two whole days. Don't take it! 



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Bob M.^No, no! I don't want your bread! Come here, listen! These 
infernal fiends have killed your brother! 

Ned A. — What? What do you say, Bob? They have killed my brother? 
Killed Jimmie? No, no! they would not do that! 

Bob M. — Yes, Ned; there he lies! 

Ned A. — [Cross to Jimmie.] Jimmie, look up! Speak to Ned; just one 
word! Don't you know me, Jimmie? 

Jimmie A. — Yes — yes — I know — you Ned — hold— me in — your arms — Ned! 

Ned A. — Yes, yes, ray darling; you are in my arms! 

Jimmie A. — Oh, Ned — I am — dying — tell mother — I am — coming — I — ■ 
come — I — [Dies.] 

Ned A. — Yes, yes, he is gone! "Tell mother I am coming!" And I have 
promised her time and again that I would bring him home to her! But 
now he is dead! His little hands, how cold they are growing! Oh, my 
darling boy! My brother! Boys, look at this little fellow! We will never 
march to the tap of his drum again, for he is dead! He is dead! Cover his 
little face, boys, and take him away! [Boys take him atoay.] Take him 
along the stockade, boys; perhaps you can find a place to bury him. Never, 
never let me look upon that sight again, or I shall go mad — go mad! Bob, 
you have seen men cross that dead line day after day, and when they do 
they die! You will see one more crotis that dead line to-day, Bob— one more! 

Bob M.— No, no, Ned! Uon't do that! 

Ned A. — Well, Bob, I'll think! I am on your dead line, fire and kill me! 

Frank B. — {Enter B.) Hold! Any man but him! Ned Allen, I am not. 
done with you yet! [JExit L.] 

Ned A. — Not done with me yet? Oh, curse you! Curse you! May the 
curses of all eternity rest upon you and yours forever! Foreyer! Curse 
you all! All! Oh, my head! My head! [Exit L.] 

Will E. — Boys, this is terrible! He is crazy now, and it won't belong till 
he is laid beside his brother! 

Frank B.— [Outside.] Fresh fish! Here's your fresh fish! [Shove Tim in 
L.] 

Tim Mc. — Come inside, ye gray sucker, and I'll punch the head av ye! 
. Frank \i. — [Enter L.] Here, come here! I want you! 

Tim Mc. — G'lang out av this! Ye think ye own everything! 

Frank B. — [Presents pistol.] Come, move this way! 

Tim Mc. — Oh, av course! I want to tallc wid yez a bit, onyhow! 

Frank B. — Say, have you got anything- 1 want? I'll take that cap! Now 
you may take that coat off! 

Tim Mc— I'll not take it off! 

Frank B. — [Presents pistol.] Oh, you won"t? Well, I guess you will! 

Tim Mc, — Ay cQurse I will! [Hands coat.] 



Prank B. — Let me sec what you have in your pockets. Stand still! To- 
bacco — that's g'ood! Oh, ho! Specie! It's a long time since I've seen any 
of that! Now 111 take that watch oxit of your shoe! 

Tim Mc. — Upon me soul, I hov no watch! 

Frank B. — Come, that's an old trick here; bring it outi That will keep 
some time! Say, Reddy, I'll give you these againl 
' Tim Mc— Well, I thought you would! 

Frank B.— Oh, no, not nowl "When this cruel war is over," you Yankee 
boys sing about. 

TimMc. — I wasn't singin'! 

Frank B. — Well, I guess I've got about all I can get out of you! Do you 
see those fellows over there? A nice, jolly looking set, ain't they? Get 
their nice beefsteak for breakfast every morning! Now it won't be a great 
while before you look just like them! There, make yourself at home. {JExit 
L.) 

Tim Mc. — Well, byes, these graybacks hove me at last, but I don't think 
they'll hove me long! 

Bob M. — Hello! Tim, old boy! is that youV How are you? 

Tim Mc. — Well, if it ain't me, oime jist as well satisfied: but who the 
blazes are you? 

Bob M. — Why, don't you know me, Tim? Look again! 

Tim Mc. — Well, well! Is it you. Bob? Av course I know ye! [Look 
(uvund.) And here's Will Emmet! Well byes, oi've seen j^e whin ye lucked 
bether! But brace up; you won't be here long! The byes are comin', and 
oi'U tell ye there's, been lots of changes since you left us! Tom Walters got 
kilt and he's dead; and Harry Allen is the color sergeant, and the old rigi- 
ment is all cut to blazes! 

Will E. — Ah! Tim, there have been great changes here! You wouldn't 
know Ned Allen! And there lies Jimmie! He was shot this morning! 

Tim Mc— What's that? Little Jimmie is dead? Oh, byes, that's too bad! 
Too bad! 

Will E. — Well, Tim, when you've been here as long as we have, you 
won't mind -this — it occurs every day. But you sjwke of the boys; are they 
coming this way? 

Tim Mc. — Well, begorra this won't last long, for the byes ain't a day off 
now. {Music: 2\amp, trump.) Do ye hear that? Be the powers of Saint 
Patrick they're comin' now! 

Harry A.--(WitJi soldiers outside. L. Sing chorus. Enter running with sword 
andflag.) Come on, boys! Here they are! We've found them at last! 
Hello, Will, is that you? How avQ you? 

Will E. — Why, Harry Allen! You surely are not a prisoner, to come here 
and suffer as we have? 



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Harry A. — A prisoner? Why no, Will, I am here to set you free! Look 
up! The old flag waves in Anderson ville, and you live again! You are 
free! 

Will E.— Then thank God! 

(Song: Soldiers and prisoners all Sing.) 
Oh, we'll rally 'round the flag, boys ! 
We'll rallj' once again. 
Shouting the battle-cry of freedom. - ■ 
We'll rally from the hillside, 
We'll rally from the plain. 
Shouting the battle-cry of freedom. 
Capt. C. — [Enter with Frank Barton, L., struggling.) 

CnoKUS — The Union forever, hurrah, boys, hurrah, 

Down with the traitor, and up with the stars ; 
For we'll rally 'round the flag, boys, 
We'll rally once again, 
Shouting the battle-cry of freedom. 
Harry A. — Now, boy's, three cheers for the old flag! Hip, hip! [Cheers 
hy all.) 
Tim Mc. — Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah! 

Harry A. — Why, Tim, old fellow, have they got you here? We didn't 
know what had become of you! 

Tim Mc. — Oh, ho! Well I knowed all the toime what become of me! 
Did yez bring ony thing to ate, Harry! 

Harry A. — Oh, yes, plenty of it, Tim! Why, Bob Mason, is this you! 
Why, what a change! 

Tim Mc. — Change! There's no change here! That gray sucker got all I 
had! 

Harry A. — But, Will, my old school-mate", when I look at you, you are in- 
deed changed! 

Will E. — Ah, Harry, there comes one, more changed than all. [Enter 
Ned, L., bcu-ildcred.) 

Harry A. — What? My brother? Oh, heavens! if I could have been, 
spared this! Ned, brother, don't you know me? Don't you remember 
home? Mother? The old flag? 

Ned A. — Who speaks to me of home? Yes, I remember mother! My 
wife! Who are you? 
Harry A. — I am Harry, your brother! Don't you know me, Ned? 
Ned A. — Yes, yes, I know you, Harry! But Harry, what brings ?/ou hei^e? 
Are they all well at home? 
Harry A. — Yes, Ned, and I have come to take you home with me. 
Ned A. — But, Harry, you spoke of the old flag! Where is it? 
Harry A.— Here it is, Ned! 



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Ned A. — [When music stojjs.) Yes! yes! it is the old flag! Every star 
there; not one gone! Every stripe in its purity, unsullied and undimmed! 
Boys, why don't you cheer'? Don't you know the old flag? We are free 
again, boys, free as the air! [Business.) Why have they left that body 
there? And I told them to bury him. (Business.) Of all men on earth, am 
I never, never to lose sight of you, with your cold, haunting eyes? - Away! 
Go away! Harry, do you remember Jimmie? 

Harry A. — Why, yes, Ned! What of Jimmie? 

Ned A. — Harry, your brother — is — dead! I can tell you no more! Go to 
them! [Exit L.) 

Harry A. — Why, comrades, what does this mean? Tell me, where is 
Jimmie? 

Bob M. — Harry, there he lies! 

Harry A. — Jimmie! Jimmie! Yes, yes, he is dead! And we must tell 
this to his mother! Comrades, show me the man who committed this foul 
deed, and as I live his life shall answer for it! 

Bob M. — Harry Allen, there stands the man! 

Harry A. — Frank Barton! Oh, you fiend! 

Frank B. — Fiend, did you say? Then so be it! 'Tis war that makes men 
fiends! 'Tis its mission to mangle and destroy! What matters whether a 
life go out in the fire of battle, or in the heat of passion? 'Tis but one more 
soul thrown onto the scales, which either rises or sinks, with the preponder- 
ance of human blood! Harry Allen, do you think that the sight of South- 
ern homes burned to ashes, or of once broad fields laid waste and desolate, 
or of an invading army wrenching from a starving people their last morsel 
of food, is calculated to soften the Southern heart? Nay, it has made it 
adamant! I did kill your younger brother, as I would have crushed a viper 
beneath my feet, and I have crazed the elder! That is my work, now you 
do yours! 

Harry A. — Oh, heavens! I am amazed! Can I believe my senses? You, 
the ever welcome guest of my honored father; at one time the accepted 
suiter of my sister's hand, and you could be guilty of such baseness as this! 
Oh, you coward! 

Prank 'B.— [Aside.) Coward? 

Harry A. — Yes, coward! I hei^e demand your life, and nothing but your 
life will answer my revenge! [Fire.) 

Frank B. — Oh, curse you! [Falls.) I die— and dying — I regret — that we 
— have met — defeat! 

Ned A. — Dead? Dead? Oh, you infernal fiend, you will murder and 
starve no more! Jimmie, my brother, now is thy death avenged! [Tableau 
— Jimmie drapedin white.) 



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ACT V. SCENE I. 

[Home of Farmer Allen. Discovered. Father and Mother. C. 1>. oj^en. Ned 
and Harry home on furlough.] 

Farmer A. — I do wonder where the boys have gone? They started away 
at one o'clock and it seems to me they've been gone a week. I'm sorry now 
I didn't go with them. 

Mother A. — There, father, don't get uneasy. You know the boys have 
been gone for almost four y.ears, and they are anxious to see how the old 
farm looks. They'll soon be back, I dare say. 

[Laughing outside. ) 

Farmer A. — [Blsing.) Why, there! That's them now! [Lookout.) Oh, 
ho! Here you are! Come in! We were just talking about you. [Enter 
Ned, Harry, Kate and Nellie.) Come in, Joe, come right in and sit down! 
[All seated.) 

Ned A. — Well, father, we have had a long walk; and the old farm looks 
as natui'al as life; everything in its place: just as it was before we went 
away. 

Farmer A. — I have no doubt the old place does look natural to you, and 
I am sorry indeed that you cannot stay longer. Your furlough is too short 
for your mother and myself, but obedience to orders is a soldier's first duty 
and your three years discipline has, no doubt, taught you that lesson. 

Mother A.- — Oh, Ned and Harry, the time does seem too short! Only four 
days and you must return to your regiment! It would seem that the great 
trial is to come again. Heaven grant you may not share your younger 
brother's fate! 

Nellie A. — Poor, dear Jimmie! Your memory and vacant chair will ever 
haunt our broken household! Your boyish laughter and merry footsteps 
will never, never be heard again! 

Harry A. — No, Nellie; but we must remember he did his duty bravely, 
and a better home is now his portion. 

Mother A. — Nellie, will you sing the vacant chair? 

Nellie A.— [Song.) 

We shall meet, but we shall miss him ; 
There will be one vacant chair ; 
We shall linger to caress him 
While we breathe our evening prayer. 
When a year ago we gathered 
Joy was in his mild blue eye, 
But a golden cord is severed, 
And our hearts in ruin lie. 



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Chorus— We shall meet, but we shall miss him, 
There will be one v'^acant chair. 
We shall linger to caress him, 
While we breathe our evening prayer. 

[Repeat chorus softly.] 

['Squire Ifason knocks.] 

Farmer A. — Joe, go to the door; there's some one knocking! 

Uncle Joe. — Yes; I guess it must be 'Squire Mason. He done tole me dis 
mornin' he was comin' up dis afternoon, if dey got de corn all planted. 

Ned A. — Well, why don't you go to the door? 

Uncle Joe— Why, don't he know de road in? He's been here a thousand 
times! , 

Harry A. — Well, will you ever go to the doorV 

Uncle Joe — If it's him must I tell him to come inV 

All — Why, yes; tell him to come in, of course. 

Uncle Joe — Why, good mornin' 'Squire; good mornin'! Come right in, 
sah! [Enter 'Squire 3£, Mrs. M. and Boh. L.) Why, how are you, Bob? 

Farmer A. — Oh, ho! How are you 'Squire! I'm glad you come over! 
Come in and sit down! The boys are talking of going back to the regiment, 
and mother and the girls are busy getting things ready to send back to the 
boys who did not g-et home; and I tell you, "Squire, the boys have done no- 
bly and they have seen some hard times. But take a seat, 'Squire; sit 
down. [All seated.) 

'Squire M. — Yes; here, Joe! hang my hat in the hall, please. (Sits down.) 
As you say, neighbor, the boys have done well. They have earned their 
promotion. Harry, you are looking tip- top! Ned, you don't look quite so 
well. How's your arm? 

Ned A.— Oh, it's getting along nicely, and with a little care I'll soon be 
able to rejoin my regiment; but it will be a little short. 

Mi's. M. — Poor Ned! I heard you got wounded, but Bob, there, he's so 
persnickity, he wouldn't tell us how bad it was. 

'Squii^e M. — Ned, tell us how you got wounded. 

Ned A. — Now, 'Squire, old soldiers don't like' to relate their experience, 
but since you request it I will try and explain. It was after my release 
from Andersonville. I had returned to the regiment and found the boys 
all in good spirits and ready for any duty, and I think it was on the 10th of 
the month, was it not, Bob? 

Bob M. — Yes, that's right; the lOth, Ned. [Joe interrupts.) 

Ned A. — Well, you keep quiet! Yes, we were ordered to take a position 
near Fort McAllister. We marched around, under cover of the woods, un- 
til we reached a point near their line of battle. They made a charge upon 
our left, which changed our front, and we laid under fire for almost an 



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hour. Our Colonel was a brave and noble man. Seeing the danger, he 
ordered the regiment to fix bayonets, and the boys stood in line waiting for 
the word. At last it came. Forward, double-quick, charge! And in they 
went, and over they went, and by jove the boys took the fort! 

'Squire M.— {Excited.) Bully for the boys! {Knocls Joe over.) Mother, 
do you hear thatV Bob was there, too! He's a chip of the old block, neigh- 
bor! Ha! Robert, you've got the Mason blood in you a yard wide! Ha, 
ha! — Well, well! Joe, did I knock you over? You must excuse me, Joe; I 
must have got a little excited. 

Uncle Joe — Well, say; when you git excited agin, don't git so strikin' in 
your remarks! 

'Squire M. — You see, neighbor, when wo old fellows get excited, wc — 
[Joe takes chair to dust. "" Squire falls on floor.) 

Uncle Joe — Well, excuse me, 'Squire; I must have got a little excited, 
too! (Business. All seated.) 

Ned A. — Yes, 'Squire, it was in tha,t charge where I was wounded, and 
if I had but one arm, I would want to go back and get revenge for every 
ounce of blood they have crushed from my heart and body ! 

Mrs. M. — Well, it's a wonder to me you wasn't all killed, so many men 
and all shootin' at once! I don't believe I'd want to go back! And poor 
Kate, how can you permit him to go again? 

Kate A. — I do rebel at the idea, yet with a spirit of love and true devotion 
for our counti-y and our fiag, I must say to him, go! And, if his life be 
spared, I shall be proud, indeed, to see him return, with all the honors of a 
Union soldier! 

Mrs. A. — Oh, this terrible, cruel war! The many bright and happy 
homes it has changed into sadness and despair! And when I look at the 
vacant chair of the little one we loved so dearly, it seems that my heart 
will break. 

Mrs. M. — Mrs. Allen, I can only sympathize with you. My joy has not 
been broken, for my dear boy has been spared to me. 

Bob M. — Yes, but this furlough is getting tiresome, and your kindness 
almost a bother. Ned, I wane to start back to the regiment day after to- 
morrow. Do you think you will be able to go? 

Ned A. — Day after tomorrow. Bob? Indeed the time seems rather short. 
Yet I want to go back and stay with the boys until the stars and stripes 
shall float, unmolested, over every foot of Southern soil. 

Nellie A. — My own brave brothers! With such loyal hearts and willing 
hands, the time is not far distant when the union of states shall be restored. 
Then, upon land and sea, throughout the whole world, our emblem of lib- 
erty shall be honored by all. 

Harry A. — Nellie, your heart is as loyal as you are generous and kind. 



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Bob AI.— Father, if you ave willing", Til take Ned a short ride to town. I 
think a ride will do him good. 

'Squire M.— Why, certainly, Bob. That's right*, have a good time. You 
can take the colts and the new buggy, Bob. 

Mrs. M.— Yes, Bob, and you can take the new whip— but be careful. Bob, 
for it cost twenty-five cents. 

Bob M. — All right, thank you. 

Farmer A.— Now that just reminds me: Joe, did you get my paper from 
the office this morning? 

Uncle Joe— Now, whar did I put dat paper? I had it when I cum! {Hands 
paper to Farmer A. Sits nn 'Squire''s hat.) 

Mrs. M.— Why, father, look at that black scamp settin' on your hat! 

'Squire M— What? On my hat? [Gets hat.) Now just look at that, 
mother! 

Mrs. M.— Yes, and it's your wedding hat, too. If this was my house, I'd 
make him keep his big feet outside! 

Farmer A. — Well, well! Another battle! 

All — Another battle? 

Farmer A.— And surrender of— hip! hip! as I live; surrender of Lee and 
Johnston! 

All — Surrender of Lee and Johnston? 

Farmer A. — Yes, and you, my boys, will not have to go back. What's 
this? Col. Russell and regiment took the cars and will be home at five 
o'clock! 

All^-At five o'clock? 

Farmer A.— Ha, mother, we must see to this! Kill the fatted calf! And 
'Squire, we'll have a feast! 

'Squire M— Yes, neighbor, this is good news! What shall we do? 

Uncle Joe — Why, kill four or five more calves! 

Ned A. — Oh, you get out of this! 

[The following can tic omitted where stage will not pcrinlt.] 

Farmer A. — I'll tell you what we'll do, "Squire. I've seen it long, and I 
think well of it. Hei-e, Nellie, come here. And you, Bob, march to the 
front. Come, don't turn coward. There, boy, if mother and the rest are 
willing, well have a wedding. 

All — Yes, we're all willing. 

Farmer A. — Here, Bob, take her hand. I have seen her sorrowing looks 
when you were missing and in danger, and now it is but fitting that you 
should console and comfort each other. And may heaven })less and protect 
you both. Now, then, all get ready and we'll go to town to meet the boys. 
{Business with Joe.) 

SCENE II. 

[JJ. S. soldiers march from Lto E headed hy Gen. Greint and staff and Colonel 
Bussell, and cillform in rear for grand tableau — /Scene 3d opens to full stage 
— Finale.] 



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